#bizzykat

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yew might as well dress the part ❤

( // textless under cut!! thank you for 30+ followers and a warm welcome ;;7 )

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hey wait, back ALL the way up, what happened to that sweet kitty???

".. We think it has something to do with tha Rift. I think dis makes her a demi-goddie?

.. I try very hard not to think about it.."

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BOSS BOSS BOSS!!!! We found a CAT on duty!!! Can we keep him?

"Ohh yew silly-billies will protect and soive any helpless little bitty thing, huh? I can't get mad at dat.

He can stay here FOR NOW, but try not to get too attached... He might belong to somebody! I might have to make fliers about it.."

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[A medium sized envelope arrives at your door, it has a neat wax seal on the front with a omega symbol and a broken heart on the inside. The name "Hector" is neatly scrawled on the front.]

[Opening the envelope, a few dried-pressed flowers, and flat square of chocolate are found inside alongside a hand-written letter.]

Dear Hector,

I hope ya've been well since our last talks, 'n' I hope this letter finds ya well. I know this might seem a mighty surprise, but I suppose I might as well get the answers I'm seeking myself.

Have ya spoken to the other gods? I understand ya reservation towards me, as I'm guessing ya are wishin' I hated ya, would make it easier ta hate ya self. But the rest o' the gods forgave you, I forgave ya too. They are- we are still ya friends. You ain't alone in ya misery.

On a lighter note, hope ya enjoy the chocolate, it's an old treat, made like the cowboys do.

CAREFULLY KIND, KING.

[[@kingoquent | boo . get an ask back!]]

"King;

I didn't expect a letter. "

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"I never expected yew, or anyone, to write, or care, or anything in between.

Thank yew for the flowers. I'll keep them somewhere safe.

Since yew wrote to me, I'll use this letter to say tha things I can't spit out in person.

I can't face them.

No, I haven't spoken to a single god since tha Rift, bee-sides yew. It's been a very long time. I stopped counting tha days since it happened, it only made things worse..

I happily burnt dose bridges down as a god, and all I see now are tha ashes I can't cross back on earth. Thinking about it is too much. It's really not dat simple.

I wish I could believe yew, when yew say nice things like dat. Maybe yew're right, in dat dey fore-gave me. It sounds nice coming from someone else. From someone like yew. But, I don't believe dat. I don't even think I deserve tha forgiveness.

What I did was wrong, playing with the a-pocky-lips like dat.

I could have ended us all.

All dis to say, don't worry about writing back. I'm sure yew mean well, but it won't matter too much, anyways. Yew shouldn't worry about a lost cause like me.

I'm sure dis letter won't even reach yew.

Fingers crossed, Hector.

...

P.S.: Thank yew for the chocolate. ( I forgot to put dat. )"

[goodyjobgoodywork]

hey, spek, how are your stress levels lookin?

( We'd argue remarkably low, between an outpouring of affection and a little fluffy friend hanging around. )

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( //previous )

( .. The shrieking carries off in the distance... )

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can i borrow the god complex computer to play minecraft

"I'm using all of dem for important leader-ring."

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i fell and hurted my knee <:(

".. Now hold still while I put it on yewr booboo.. and no more running around!"